war and peace

Harry was in a bad mood, and the delicious food on the dinner table did not interest him.Hermione kept urging him to eat more, "As an 11-year-old growing boy, Harry, you eat too little!" She said as she resolutely brought him a plate baked until it was golden brown. Oiled ham.Tom was dealing with the thinly sliced ​​mutton in front of him, and he raised his head when he heard this, and said lightly, "If I were you, I would definitely eat more."

Harry looked at them helplessly.If they knew that Voldemort had sent him something, they would understand why he was so hungry now.But in any case, it is necessary to fill the stomach.Harry sighed inwardly, and moved the small tomato fruit basket on the table, hoping this would help his appetite.

After dinner, Tom said he was going to bed early today.Hermione was hesitating. Seeing that her idol - Tom who knew everything - was not going to the library, she immediately decided to go back to the girls' dormitory too. The rabbit would groan when left alone for too long .Harry knew that he was still in a daze when he went to the library, so he went back together without objection.

At night, Harry got into bed and stared at the top of the bed in a daze.He stuffed the egg into a sock and put it under his pillow with his Invisibility Cloak, wand, and Marauder's Map.He's getting more and more confused about what's going on.Maybe just wait for Voldemort to strike first?Thinking about it, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

"...

Sacrifice protracted (Toolongasacrifice)

Can make a stone of the heart

......"

A faint singing sound came from afar.The voice was low, the melody was slow, and it sounded solemn and solemn...Harry turned over in his sleep. Was it the church choir singing to God?Sleepy, he didn't pay attention to what was sung in the singing, it sounded like some meaningless word combinations.

The singing continues.

He had just fallen asleep... Harry fumbled around the bed with his eyes closed, and it took him a while to catch his luminous watch.The hour hand is pointing to two o'clock in the middle of the night... What choir sings hymns at this hour?

Harry rubbed his eyes, still dazed.But he became a little more sober, and finally understood those words: "...

Oh, when will it end? (Owhen may its suffice?)

That's God's business, we only (Thatis Heaven's part, our part)

mumbling those names (Tomurmurnameuponname,)

Like a mother whispering to a child (Asamothernamesherchild)

When his bouncing body (Whensleepatlasthascome)

When finally falling asleep (Onlimbsthathadrunwild)

......"

This is not a hymn.

It was quiet all around, only Neville's snoring could be heard echoing in the bedroom.Harry lifted the curtain and looked out, none of his roommates seemed to have heard the singing.Retracting his head again, he realized that his bed was filled with a strange pale silver light.Harry felt as if his brain had been hit with a mallet, and he woke up instantly.He lifted the pillow, as expected, it was the sound and light from the egg.

"...

Isn't it dark night? (What is it but nightfall?)

No, it's death coming (No, no, notnight but death)

......"

Harry was getting dressed at an almost desperate pace.He didn't bother to change out of his pajamas, so he put on a robe over his head, clutched his wand tightly in his hand, put on the cloak of invisibility, and finally went to get the sock.He caught sight of the Marauder's Map, which had fallen to one side, and, after a moment's hesitation, opened it and looked at it.Tom's around, Roald... isn't there?Harry searched the entire map, but couldn't find their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.He also discovered in the process that Dumbledore was not at school either.Strange, he was still there in the evening...

The light from the inside of the sock began to fade.There was no time... Harry stuffed the map under the covers, then reached into his sock to fish for the egg.Suddenly, he felt as if something pulled behind his navel.

The Portkey seems to be going far away.Harry flew in the air for a long time, his hands and feet were cold from the cold, and the mountains and rivers he saw were blurred into patches of color, and he could barely make out the English Channel.It looked like Voldemort had sent him straight over the border of England... the wind was cold up there, and Harry thought it was a good thing Hermione forced him to eat some supper, otherwise he would lose the strength to hold his wand in a while.

Finally, the speed slowed down.Harry saw a vast expanse of open land below, and a dark blue ocean in the distance.A peaceful land of green grass and forests, glistening lakes and low hills weaving along their shores.He staggered to the ground, and his first instinct was to stand up and grip his wand.

The night had shrouded the surroundings, and the sun had not yet risen.Harry moved carefully, careful not to kick the crumbling rubble, his eyes rolling wildly.He was on a prominent headland.It is like a long finger inserted into the ocean, with sharp edges and corners, only wide enough for two people to stand on.Looking down, Harry saw cliffs sixty or seventy feet high on either side, with waves lapping violently against the finely textured rock.He thought he was somewhere on the west coast of Ireland, with the North Atlantic Ocean beneath his feet.

The sound of the wind reverberates all around, and the sound of singing poetry seems to be absent.There was a salty smell unique to the seaside in the air.Harry was standing in the middle of the sunken promontory, and at the top of its towering undulations, there was a silhouette of a black robe flying around.Harry's nerves tensed immediately, and just when he was thinking about whether to go directly to Avada or use a disarming spell like last time, the man spoke.

"You came."

Harry recognized the voice at once, it was low and soft, just like the tone of the diary he had heard at Christmas.

"Under your cloak of invisibility? My dear boy?" The figure turned and walked towards Harry from the rough and narrow road. "It's a good habit," he praised, "After all, unlike me, you can't resist those powerful spells head-on..."

Harry tried to refute, but found he couldn't say anything.As Voldemort approached, he could feel the cold surge of magic all around him, and he backed away automatically under the pressure.

"Aha, sorry, I digressed." Voldemort clapped his hands in frustration, and stopped about fifteen feet away from Harry, "Welcome to the first gathering of the Dark Lord in ten years , I am honored by the arrival of the great savior." After speaking, he nodded slightly.

As if he expected me to do the same...Harry was irritated by the indifference and contempt in his tone, which was probably a good thing, as he found he could make a sound: "...the first time? "

Voldemort began to move closer to him again. "Yeah, after that spell bounced, did you think I could summon my Death Eaters in nothingness?"

His tone was casual, but Harry knew the reason couldn't be true. "You're lying!" he hissed, and through the mist he thought he saw Voldemort raise his eyebrows.

Wait a minute, his eyebrows? !

With the first dawn in the sky, Harry's eyes widened, and he saw clearly the face of Voldemort who was getting closer.It was completely different from the scene he remembered the last time Voldemort was resurrected, it was a much younger face.He looked as old as he had worked in Borgin & Burke, still black-haired and black-eyed, with well-defined features, very handsome... Harry shook his head, trying to make sure that what he saw was not a hallucination.

What about red eyes?What about the flat and slender nostrils like snakes?Harry took two steps back. He keenly realized that the face he saw was not so similar to Tom Riddle when he was young. It looked different, but the main hair color and eye color did not change.Leaving aside the problem of the snake face, Voldemort is 50 years older than him, how could he be so young? "...are you really Voldemort?"

Voldemort was amused by the apparent suspicion in Harry's tone.He stood three steps ahead of Harry, looking at the man he couldn't see with interest: "You don't think I am, huh? Why?"

Harry was speechless.He didn't know what to say.With all the signs pointing to this man being Voldemort, the one who gave him the diary and the black egg, could he deny that he was Voldemort just because he didn't look like Tom Riddle?Harry took another step back and said stiffly, "I thought you had more than just the two of us in your party."

Voldemort must have known he was changing the subject, but he didn't seem to care one bit about Harry's poor technique. "Of course not," he whispered, "and my friends, they should be here soon." He looked up at the stars in the sky, "how many have the guts to come back? Come?"

Harry followed his gaze.He saw several strands of black smoke gathering in their direction, and the destination seemed to be on a mountain not far away.It's really quite a lot... As soon as he turned his head back, he found that his whole body was stiff.

Voldemort had held him for half a second while he was distracted looking at the Death Eater, and he hadn't noticed the wand he had drawn out, not even heard him chanting.Of course, the silent spell must have been a piece of cake for Voldemort... Harry opened his mouth and found that he couldn't even make a sound.hell!How could he be so easily confused and let his guard down?He cursed angrily in his heart.

Voldemort removed his invisibility cloak with a yew wand.Harry saw a smile flash across his face, "Remember to get the wand? Good." Harry thought that was probably a sarcasm for his parents. When Voldemort killed them, they had no idea that disaster was imminent. No wand in hand.

But Voldemort's next words interrupted his guess, "The savior Potter is here... What will my Death Eaters think when they find out?" He said softly, turning around the immobile Harry. lock up.Harry noticed that his feet were completely outside the cliff, as if the invisible air had become solid ground there.Then he flicked his left hand in the air, and grabbed a black hooded robe and a silver mask out of thin air: "Put this on." Harry felt cool fingers brushing behind his ears, and thought of those hands My master, he had goose bumps all over his body.

Voldemort was completely oblivious to his stiffness. "Fine, so I can take my little friend to the meeting." Harry couldn't move, he could only express his anger with his eyes from behind the heavy silver mask.Voldemort was about to grab his hand, and laughed when he saw Harry glaring at him. "Unhappy, huh?" he continued in his hideously soft tone. "I have to say sorry to you, and if you ever want to come to our rallies again, I will have to. I believe you are It's impossible to stay on the side and not disturb us, right?"

Harry was furious, but there was nothing he could do.He watched as Voldemort tucked the Cloak into his stiff arms before wrapping him in the wide, hooded robes.Then Voldemort looked at his work, gave a seemingly satisfied smile, and apparated, grabbing Harry's arm.

After the dizziness passed, Harry found himself standing on a hillside, surrounded by dense fir forests, in the distance were endless peat swamps, and huge stone buildings shrouded in the morning light.Harry decided to memorize these characteristics well, so he could go back and find out where he had been taken.Voldemort stood behind him, and he couldn't see his expression.

The singing in the air became clear.

"...

We know their dreams, enough (We know their dreams; enough)

They died for their dreams (Toknowtheydreamedandaredead;)

Maybe in life (Andwhatifexcessoflove)

Intoxicated by a frenzy of love? (Bewildered them till they died?)

……

Now and later (Nowandintimetobe)

Wherevergreenisworn,

Everything is changed, that's for sure (Arechanged, changedutterly:)

A terrible beauty is born. (Aterrible beauty is born.)”

The singing gradually died away.

Harry heard the rustling of the cloak.Between boulders, behind fir trees, in every dark place wizards apparated.They were all hooded and covered their faces.They walked over one by one... slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Dark Lord Discoming back.

(Author's Note: The verses in this chapter are all excerpted from the work "Easter, 1916" by William Butler Yeats (William Butler Yeats). Excerpted from Under Ben Bulben.)